Since I can remember, I have always had at least one dog in my life since I was born. They have played an essential part in my families structure, and always will. Two years ago, when I started recovering from an eating disorder, we decided it would be an excellent time to get a dog. Our old one had passed away, and we were missing a link to our family. No dog can be replaced. However, new bonds form and that connection can be re-established. So my father and I drove to Montreal and picked up a baby rottweiler soon to be named OJay. He slept in my arms the whole drive back except for washroom breaks, and we bonded immediatly. Taking care of him as well as nourishing my body proved to be quite the task but also helped keep me goal orientated. As months went on and I trained him, we became even closer and more connected. Soon he was able to tell when I was sad, happy, angry, or any emotion and then acted in accordance. I cannot cry without my dog trying to lick my tears. I cannot be happy without my dog trying to celebrate with me. I cannot be angry alone without my dog trying to make me happy again, and how could I forget if I’m uncomfortable. My dog will put as much space as he can between me and everyone else, and let’s say for your sake, I wouldn’t try to get any closer. He loves those I love, and it is self-evident. I have been so lucky to have OJay to help me in my recovery as well as improve the quality of my life. If you think I sound crazy, I would safely assume you don’t have a dog, and all I have to say to that is GET ONE.